Not happy Dan!
It's happened. It's devastating and I don't know what else to say...
No. Wait a minute. Yes I do!
Glenmore you've lost my heart.
You had it to hold, cherish and whisper warmy gooey sweet nothings to; you took it for granted; and you've lost it. I'm gone and I can't say when, or if, I'll be back.
I dunno what it is about pubs post reno's, that make them think they are suddenly all that and a bag of chips - you guys are NOT what's hot. You have lost your mojo. BIG TIME!
Who cares if you had Anchorman 2 there? That's in the past, what are you going to do moving forward to get people to come to your pub? Or are you going to rest on your mediocre laurels and let the tills tick over till they just don't anymore?
Sure you were busy last week, it's the festive season after all, and no doubt that's why you allowed your bouncers to turn into Douche Bigalows. I saw them kicking out people that were fine. Some blokes just didn't have the right kind of cool and you punted them. That makes YOU not cool.
I always get in, I never get booted, but you know what, I wish you did toss me out last weekend. I wish you threw me unceremoniously onto the sidewalk before I stupidly, in hindsight, ordered the utter garbage you try and pass off as food.
I paid $17.50 for an item from the two hands menu, which indicates that you might actually need your hands to eat it and not untensils. What was described sounded delicious - a Pulled Pork roll, house made coleslaw, melted cheesed, paprika ailoi and fries - but what was ultimately delivered was tantamount to something you'd find in the garbage after it's been sitting unfinished on the table for an hour. You've done the unthinkable. You've turned me off pulled pork.
Straight to the shame file for you. Shame!, Shame!, Shame!
Pulled pork is one of my all time favourite dishes. And I am no mere dabbler. I am one of your hickory smoked yee-haw cowboys when it comes to this particular fare.
I know good pulled pork.
I've had it at Salt Lick BBQ in Driftwood Texas; I've had it at Franklin's BBQ truck in Austin Texas; I've had it at Hill Country and Blue Smoke in New York City.
I know good pulled pork.
I've even had the mediocre variety as a takeaway in New york.
Every vestige of pulled pork that I've ever tasted is so astronomically superior to your pulled pork that basically your pulled pork isn't fit to be the muck in the sty that their pigs roll in. It really isn't.
To compound the issue the pork roll bun was soggy all the way through. Not just chewy, literally "we soaked the bread in water for an hour before putting it underneath the pulled pork" soggy. I didn't need a knife and fork, so much as a spoon. I also ended up leaving the entire bun lid that was stuck with some *kind* of cheese, and the world's worst coleslaw. Colonel Sanders would be turning in his grave.
Having to eat, what I ate, with a knife and fork was disgraceful enough. Having to pay $17.50 for it was an insult.
Why didn't I send it back? I've worked in kitchen's, and having that experience under my belt, I've learned to never send anything back. You cop the bad meal on the chin. You pay for it. Then you give your honest review of the restaurant. Maybe they'll fix up their horrendous mistake or maybe they'll continue making it and lose loyal customers...
The absolute clincher is that, it wasn't just one serve that was wrong, my friends serve was also poor. I had already begun my meal when he returned from the loo to begin his. His first comment was "these chips taste old". To be fair my chips were actually really quite good (even though neither of us received paprika aioli), but the rest of what was served to me was practically inedible. It was a disgrace.
You're getting a 2 because your female waitstaff are amazing (to chat to; look at; and for their service), your venues views are also uber-amazing. If not for these 2 positives you'd be getting a duck-egg or a single finger!
Glenmore take this sound advice. Lose the ego. Improve your food service dramatically. Fire your moronic goose figjam bouncers. Rediscover your soul, your sass and your style. Or else risk further descent into the douche lagoon. read more